cop – swans

This is one of the greatest sixteen rpm, bludgeoning ab-metal albums ever made. A lugubrious cry for help against a stupid, unintelligible universe.
The sound itself is deep, leaden, like being eaten alive by sabre-tooth cancer. The vocals blend rage and despair, tiny melodic highlights sparkle like scattered teeth after a discussion on religious freedom.
Lyrically, it’s dense, battering, crushing. Like a lecture from someone who smashes you in the gut to emphasise EACH and EVERY important point.
This album will be thirty years old next year. Thirty-five minutes in hell (with a further twenty minutes of the ‘raping a slave’ EP tacked onto the end).
Every home should have one.

Why not read the novel that started it all? 1919 (inside)

A love story – on home-made acid – narrated by someone first used romatically, then set on fire, by the blue peter team, capering around the pyre like wrinkled vikings.


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